Love Potion Number Five

Disclaimer: Bah, you know the damn drill by now… not mine, never will be, making no
money, so don’t sue!

Also, many thanks to my wonderful new beta Rei! She’s been an enormous help, and caught
many of the mistakes I’ve missed in this chapter, as well as a few others. She’s going to
hopefully be my regular beta now, so with luck, there’ll be less mistakes in future chapters etc!
Enjoy!



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Draco was wandering through the halls absently, his mind replaying the conversation in
Dumbledore’s office, as well as what had happened with Hermione. Had he really held the
door to the Headmaster’s office for her? Had that happened, or was he so tired he’d begun
to hallucinate?

Hermione’s startled “Thank you!” and the shy smile that had accompanied it fluttered behind
his eyelids, and he gave himself a mental shake. What was wrong with him? That mudblood
had been the bane of his existence at Hogwarts… Oh, everyone had thought it was Harry he’d
hated, but truly, Hermione Granger was the one behind all his troubles. She was constantly
placing higher than him in exams, always made him look second best to the teachers, and was
usually the one behind making him look the fool before his peers and the other students at
the school.

And now she was Head Girl, opposite his status as Head Boy. He was expected to work
alongside her for the entire school year, and act like they were just a happy, friendly pair. “Inter-
house unity,” Dumbledore had said… Well, Dumbledore was an old coot, and he and Hermione
Granger could each suck an elf*, for all Draco cared!

She was also the only person to have gotten more OWL’s than him during their fifth year. Why
was she always just one step ahead of him? Why?! Draco slammed a fist into the railing of the
steps just outside the Great Hall. The force of his blow caused it to fracture slightly, and between
muffled curses, he flicked his fingers, muttering “Reparo!” The crack mended itself, and
he spared a quick glance to make sure no one had seen his little display of wandless magic.
He preferred to keep that bit of information to himself, thanks, because if his father or the Dark
Lord learned that bit of news, there’d be no telling what they’d try to force him into doing.

Massaging his fist where he’d hit the wood, Draco slipped through the huge archway to his left,
leading down toward the dungeons. He made his way through the maze of halls, finally coming
to a stop before the dark, ebon wood panel that hid the entrance to the Slytherin common room.
“Scrumdiddly Snozzcumbers*!” The panel creaked open to reveal a short stair and at the end of
the entry hall, he could make out the glow of the fire in the common room, could hear a gentle
murmur of voices from just inside.

He stepped inside, and waved off the greetings of Pansy Parkinson and the adoring gaze of
several first years who’d flocked to his side the moment they saw him. Briskly he removed the
small, pale fingers of one girl from it’s grasp on his robe front, and slipped out of the grasp of
the girl who’d reached down to squeeze his arse, but in doing so, stepped into the arms of Pansy,
who quickly latched one arm around his back, while the other found its way into his robe, and to
the waist of the pressed slacks he always wore under his school cloths.

Her fingers walked along the inner line of the slacks, and slipped over the top edge of the silken
boxers he also usually wore. Her eyes were slightly glazed, and as he tried to remove himself
from her grip without looking as though it were a struggle, she managed to slide her whole hand
down the front of him.

“Ooh, Draco…” Pansy purred into his ear, “Not very happy to see us, are you? We can fix that…”
Her skilled hand cupped the soft, loose skin of his balls, massaging softly. Draco forced down
the shuddering reaction of his body, even as he began to tighten under her nimble fingers.
“Ah, that’s more like it…” Pansy had by now maneuvered him toward one of the empty couches.
Despite the lack of desire he felt toward the girl kneeling in front of him, his body continued to
respond to her touch. He was steadily getting harder under her ministrations, and he had to
stifle a quick breath as she wrapped one hand around the length of him. As she began to
squeeze him softly, he finally gave her a rough push, sending her sprawling to the floor before
him.

Tucking his aching hardon back into his trousers, he wiped the clear liquid that had seeped onto
his own hand onto the cushion of the couch, and rose to his feet. “Enough, Pansy! When I wish
for a whore in my bed, rest assured I shall call you. Until then, keep your disgusting hands to
yourself. If you must play, use your own stinking crevasse to do so!”

Draco straightened his robes, and muttered a small spell to hide the tenting in his robes from
view. The aching in his groin lessened as he made his way up to the dormitory he shared with
Blaise Zabini, and by the time he’d entered the doorway, he was no longer in need of the
concealment spell.

He wandered into the room he’d shared for the last six years, briefly letting memories of tangled
bodies heaped upon the two beds he and Blaise had pushed together, naked limbs, the occasional
breast, peeking out from the pile of exhausted witches and wizards. Draco suppressed a smirk at
the memory, seeing once more in his mind the mounds of flesh, all napping like a jumble of
puppies in a pile.

At a small knock on the door, Draco whirled to see his former dorm mate in the entrance. “Well,
Draco. How the mighty have fallen… But was it really quite necessary to air her... shall we say…
dirty laundry to the entire common room? Besides… I thought you liked to give a good tonguing
now and again, or was the last time you fed on Pansy’s hmm… how’d you put it… ‘stinking crevasse…’
while I took you from behind just a fluke?”

“Come on Blaise… You know I like pussy as much as anyone, but we -both- know that going down
on Pansy was like sticking your nose in a month old fish gut!”

Both boys shared a moment of laughter, before Blaise wrapped his arms around Draco’s waist,
placing a chaste kiss upon the blonde’s thin, frowning lips. Draco removed Blaise’s arms from
about him, and sat down hard on Blaise’s trunk. “Blaise… Now that I’m Head Boy, things are going
to have to change. If that Grainger caught us having our little… soirées… you know she’d tattle to
Dumbledore faster than you could say ‘mudblood.’”

Blaise nodded thoughtfully, and sat down opposite from Draco. Well, I guess I must find a new
conquest then. You seem rather disillusioned with Pansy; Does this mean I am free to have a go
at her somewhat dubious charms?”

Draco snorted, and didn’t bother to hide a smirk. “If you’re willing to put up with the smell, as well
as
the rotten head she gives, by all means. I’ve got other quarry in mind.”

Smiling, Blaise winked at Draco. Well, then as you don’t mind, I think I’ll bring our little wilted flower
up here, and see if she lives up to the nickname that’s been floating around…”

Climbing to his feet, Draco turned back at the door, eyebrow raised. “Hmm? And which nickname is that?”

“Hoover.” Both laughing boys sauntered down the hall, Draco back to the Head’s suite, Blaise to see if
a certain reputation lived up to the reality.



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Draco stood once more at the entrance to the Head Boy and Girl’s common room. As the portrait swung
open to admit him, he paused to take in the common room; quite lavish by regular student standards,
though compared to Malfoy Manner, it seemed like the bare minimum.

He turned to the right, away from the door with the Gryffindor crest above it, and entered through the
door bearing his own house’s crest; that of two serpents twining over the embossed image of a silver
locket. Draco placed his palm on the doorknob, ignoring the slight tingle, and nodded with satisfaction
at the room that lay before him.

The forest green carpeting had turned to deepest black just inside his door, and the obsidian four-
poster bead with silver hangings made a striking contrast to the green walls, which seemed to sparkle
like powdered emeralds in the moonlight shining through a silver-curtained window.

Draco slipped out of his robes, and tossed the silk shirt and black slacks into a pile by what he assumed
was his closet door, knowing that the house elves would pick them up sometime in the night, and have
them cleaned, pressed, and put away by morning.

He climbed into bed, sighing at the feel of satin silver sheets rippling like water over his skin. As he lay
on the bed, he reached down with one hand to finish what Pansy had started earlier. His body shuddered
under his own hand as Draco clawed at the sheets beneath him, writhing against the bed until an
image a fleeting image of golden-brown hair flitted behind his eyelids. Finally, panting with exhertion, he
came, splattering his stomach and the pile of linens at his side with warm, cream colored liquid. Muttering
a cleansing spell, Draco drifted off to sleep, tossing and turning on the enormous bed, while his mind
chased confused dreams all night long.

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Author’s Notes: Kudos to whomever gets the ‘suck an elf’ reference! I absolutely adore that
movie, and could not help but include it somehow.

For those of you that don’t recognize the phrase, it’s a common curse by Blabberwort, Burly, and Blue bell,
the three children of Relish, the Troll King, in the “10th Kingdom,” a made-for-TV film of epic proportions.
It’s one of my favorites, and if you’ve got five hours to spare, well worth the time!

Even bigger kudos to whomever caught the \"Snozzcumbers\" reference from \"The BFG\" written by Roald Dahl.
That was one of my childhoo favorites growing up, and if you -haven\'t- read it, I\'d say go get it. You\'re
NEVER to old for dream catching, sitting on the Queen of England\'s window sill, and dropping nasty, human
bean eating giants down big old holes!

Anyway. This chapter\'s even shorter than the previous three, but I hope you don\'t mind. I\'m rather proud
of myself for updating every day. I\'m not too sure how much longer I can keep that up (seeing as we
start fall semester at my university in about three weeks) but I\'ll do so as long as I can. I\'ve got the next
couple chapters all planned out and one is even written, so that should help to keep things comming ASAP.

Well, I\'ll leave you to keep writing now, but I just wanted to say another thank you to the lovely and ever-
tallented Rei, my new beta. Thanks, doll!

Ta!